The BLTS Archive - Montgomery's Shock: Mr. Scott, from J.T. Kirk
Seventh in the Edge of Forever series
by S.R. Benjamin (phil@temples.com)

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Transmission to Mr. M. Scott, Acting Chief Engineer, U.S.S. Loch
Lomond:

Dear Mr. Scott:


I am in receipt of your transfer requesting reinstatement as Chief
Engineer, U.S.S. Enterprise.  Orders have been cut and are enroute to
you via Starbase 19.  The long-range shuttle U.S.S. Daystrom will
rendezvous with Excelsior, time to be established by the Starbase 19
transmission.  We will meet the Daystrom in the Arcturian system to
effect your reinstatement.

And Scotty-welcome home.


J.T. Kirk
Captain
U.S.S. Enterprise
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"That should be sufficient," the transmission's composer sighed,
setting aside the data padd. "It is factual, but nonetheless contains
an element of reunion," his bedmate, sitting next to him, replied.  A
serious expression crossing his face, Kirk said thoughtfully, "It
reminds me of us."

"How so, Jim?" the Vulcan asked softly, turning against the pillow to
reach an arm around the preoccupied human's shoulders.  Kirk absently
grasped Spock's free hand in his.

"You know.  We were so evasive with each other, at first.  Hell, you
put in for a transfer yourself, when we got back from New York City.
I could have ended up chasing you halfway across the galaxy.  Or
losing you.  I'm fully aware that the only reason Scotty's coming back
is Uhura, and maybe McCoy."

"I believe the important detail is that Mr. Scott has indeed chosen to
return, whatever the mechanism.  As for me, Jim, you only 'chased me,'
as you put it, one single cabin down Officer's Row."  Kirk regarded
Spock intently, before closing his eyes to press a kiss onto the
Vulcan's nearest shoulder, close to the neck.  He was rewarded with a
tightening of the arm about him, and a soft sigh of contentment.
"Jim.  You are still concerned that we might have separated from each
other."

"I guess I am.  It was so close, Spock."

"No, Th'y'la, it was not.  Even if I had left, your presence would
have brought me home, just like Mr. Scott."

A chuckle shook the golden form, as the tawny head rose, sporting a
smile.  "Spock, Scotty didn't come back because of me.  He left
because of me... of us."

"He left because he was retreating from something else that wore our
faces.  As would I have been.  He is returning because he wishes to
live with what is real, and not to be governed by ghosts.  As for
myself," and a hand reached around Kirk's other shoulder, as the
Vulcan drew him into a heated embrace, "I would have run from an
impropriety, from transgressing against my upbringing.  But I would
have concomitantly parted from my most meaningful destiny.  I could
not have held that course for long.  Nor could you.  That is why we
are here."

"You sound so sure," Kirk observed when he could breathe again.

"I am, of course, scientifically trained and capable of accurate
assessments--"  Kirk cut him off.  "You were as concerned as me, but
you'll never admit it.  Wise ass," he chuckled.  After the obligatory
raised eyebrow, a wet kiss graced the captain's cheek, lips trailed
down his jaw.  Kirk leaned forward into it, reached into that
night-deep hair at the Vulcan's nape, drew that beloved face toward
him into a kiss that left both gazing intently and hungrily at each
other.  They shifted down to recline on the bed.  Sometime after, the
timer automatically dimmed the cabin illumination for late ship's
night.

"It'll be good to get my crew complement back together.  But do you
know what's just as important?"

"What, Th'y'la?" came a rather hoarse, distracted response.

"You.  Having you.  Having your wise words, and your wise eyes, and
your wise lips, and your wise chest?"  The Vulcan sighed in pleasure
as a finger found its way into sensitive heat, promising more soon.

"And your wise ass,"  a muffled voice concluded as strong hands helped
Spock turn onto his back for another night of lovemaking.  The
meaningful communication passing between the two was wordless, the
sighed and tactile language of lovers, spelled in caresses, counted in
gasps.  It continued until the inspired dance was broken by Kirk's
rich voice and Spock's deep baritone, as Spock entered, was welcomed
within.

"Ahhh, this is home," and "welcome home," sighed in union while hearts
moved to return, as had bodies, home at last.

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The End